Jiang Nan froze for a moment and asked, "Is something happening tomorrow?"
Fu Jingzhou raised an eyebrow. "Shangguan and the others arranged to play golf."
Only with that reminder did Jiang Nan remember.
"Oh, right!" Jiang Nan scratched his head, making excuses for himself. "There's been so much going on lately. I've been so busy I forgot."
Fu Jingzhou chuckled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Jiang Nan's cheeks reddened a little.
After all, aside from attending an acting class every few days, he spent all his time at home eating and drinking his fill, lying in bed playing games and scrolling through videos. When he got tired, he went to the living room sofa to lie down some more.
He was all about lying flat to the bitter end.
Early the next morning, Jiang Nan's head felt a little off when he opened his eyes.
Thinking he had caught a cold, he put on his newly bought green frog slippers and ambled downstairs to dig out the medicine kit.
He was so sleepy that his thin eyelids drooped. He barely managed to find a packet of 999 cold medicine and mix it with water. Just as he was about to drink it, Fu Jingzhou's voice came from behind him.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan turned his head. "I think I've caught a cold."
Fu Jingzhou raised an eyebrow, his expression a little complicated.
"It's not a cold," he said evenly. "Your pheromones seem a little active."
That clearly fell outside Jiang Nan's sphere of knowledge.
He had been in this world for almost a month and had gained a basic understanding of ABO.
So, after thinking for a moment, he put down his cup and exposed his fair nape. "Then help me out and give me a bite."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
The man said nothing, but Jiang Nan could tell he was speechless.
His groggy brain suddenly caught up: Fu Jingzhou was a Beta.
A bite on the neck wouldn't help.
Fu Jingzhou had no idea what was going through his head this time. He wheeled himself over, took a thick gland patch out of the medicine kit, and slapped it onto the Alpha's gland.
The palmarosa fragrance flooding the air subsided, and Fu Jingzhou let out an almost imperceptible breath of relief.
As he lowered his hand, it accidentally brushed the young man's earlobe.
It felt so very soft.
Like the lips that had grazed his own that night.
Fu Jingzhou unconsciously curled his fingers.
Jiang Nan poured out the cold medicine he had just made and drank a fresh cup of warm water instead.
Fu Jingzhou had planned to tell Shangguan Feng they would go another day, but after putting on the gland patch, Jiang Nan suddenly felt refreshed. He changed into a stylish tracksuit and urged Fu Jingzhou to hurry up and head out.
He said nothing and instructed the driver to bring the car around.
The Maybach drove for about half an hour before reaching their destination.
Jiang Nan had seen several golf courses online before. His impression of them was that they were big and green.
Only today did he truly see one with his own eyes.
Hmm...
How should he put it?
It was bigger than he had imagined, and greener than he had imagined.
Extremely friendly to nearsighted eyes.
Shangguan Feng was already waiting near the tee. As a lunatic, he maintained his strikingly handsome image today as always: tall boots, black trousers, and a mock-neck golf shirt.
He stood with his chest out and his head high, holding a takeaway iced Americano with studied reserve.
As Jiang Nan pushed Fu Jingzhou over, Shangguan Feng happened to hear them and turned his head. "Long time no see."
-It had been a while.
The corner of Jiang Nan's mouth twitched. "Long time no see."
After greeting him, his gaze settled on the person beside Shangguan Feng.
The man was tall and long-legged, dressed in a black tracksuit, with neat, clean-cut short hair. He had the same domineering CEO air as Fu Jingzhou, but looked a little colder.
He exchanged a glance with Fu Jingzhou in greeting, then looked at Jiang Nan. "Hello, I'm Qin Feng."
He extended a hand, and Jiang Nan hurriedly shook it.
Sure enough, the big shot does have normal people among his friends.
After the introductions, Shangguan Feng and Qin Feng went off to play.
Jiang Nan sneaked a look at Qin Feng. "He looks a lot more normal than Dr. Shangguan."
Fu Jingzhou glanced up at him, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and merely asked, "Does he look dark to you?"
Jiang Nan took another careful look.
Qin Feng was indeed the darkest of the three, though not especially dark. His features happened to be sharp and handsome, with a very aggressive edge, so a slightly darker complexion made him look sexier.
"Not really."
Fu Jingzhou interlaced his fingers. "He got married last year."
The subject changed a little too quickly. Jiang Nan took a beat to catch up. "Then where's his wife?"
Fu Jingzhou said, "Ran away."
Jiang Nan: "...?"
The moment something like this came up, he perked right up.
771 also sneakily pricked up his nonexistent ears.
"Why did his wife run away?" Jiang Nan crouched in front of Fu Jingzhou, his face full of eagerness for gossip.
Fu Jingzhou lowered his gaze. "His marriage was originally a family alliance too, but his mouth was so nasty that his wife ran away. Uncle Qin flew into a rage and sent him to Africa to work on a partnership. He stayed there for nearly half a year before returning."
Jiang Nan said, "Wow."
He didn't sound much more normal than Dr. Shangguan.
771: [Wow.]
Jiang Nan pressed his lips together. With his appetite for gossip satisfied, he gave Fu Jingzhou another hesitant glance.
Fu Jingzhou noticed immediately. "What are you looking at me for?"
Jiang Nan hesitated. Perhaps it was because the big shot had been fairly normal these past few days, or perhaps it was because they had spent so much time together that they were getting a little familiar.
So he gathered his courage and said, "Is there any chance your mouth is pretty nasty too?"
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
A faint smile appeared on his lips, one that never reached his eyes.
Jiang Nan's right eyelid twitched. Then he heard Fu Jingzhou say, "Fair enough. After all, I'm not as sweet-tongued as your 'son.'"
Jiang Nan: "..."
Jiang Nan had been thinking how awkward playing golf would be for the big shot, given the condition of his legs.
Only after arriving did he realize that the big shot had mainly come to discuss a partnership with Qin Feng. The two sat to one side drinking tea and reading documents.
Only Shangguan Feng enthusiastically played until his forehead was covered in sweat. He even shoved a club into Jiang Nan's hands. "Bro, let me teach you."
Jiang Nan listened attentively.
But the moment Shangguan Feng opened his mouth, out poured a load of technical jargon, ranging from the history of golf's origins to the trajectory of every ball.
Interspersed throughout were four languages: Chinese, English, French, and Spanish.
Jiang Nan's head spun as he listened. After he struggled through twenty minutes, Shangguan Feng suddenly shoved the club into his hands and said, "Take a shot first. Let me see your skills and talent."
Jiang Nan couldn't back out now, and he was also filled with inexplicable confidence in himself.
So he nodded solemnly and took a confident swing.
Shangguan Feng folded his arms and encouraged him. "You can do it!"
In a small seating area some distance away, Qin Feng was halfway through speaking when he noticed that the man beside him seemed distracted.
Following his gaze, he saw the young man's pink hair tousled by the wind, his pale yellow tracksuit bright and youthful.
Thwack-
A second after the golf ball flew off, the club slammed into Jiang Nan's pert nose because he had swung too hard.
"Ngh..."
Pain struck. Jiang Nan's vision went black, and he promptly landed on the ground.
Qin Feng was startled. Before he could react, Fu Jingzhou himself had already wheeled away.
He hurried after him.
Meanwhile, Shangguan Feng was still in shock. "Fuck, how did you manage that?"
Unable to speak, Jiang Nan hurriedly felt the bridge of his nose. Only after confirming it wasn't broken did he let out a huge breath of relief.
He took a moment to recover, then felt again and came away with a wet hand.
He seemed to have a nosebleed.
Someone gently stroked the top of his head, and Fu Jingzhou's low voice sounded. "Are you all right?"
Jiang Nan gritted his teeth and looked up.
Bright red blood had streamed over half his face. Fu Jingzhou froze and was just about to say something when Jiang Nan grabbed his knee with one hand.
His eyes sincere and his gaze fixed firmly on Fu Jingzhou, he said with deep affection, "My nosebleed, your trophy."